(John Dowland)The lowest trees have tops, the ant her gallThe fly her spleen, the little spark his heat;The slender hairs cast shadows, through but small,And bees have stings, although they be not great;Seas have their source, and so have shallow springs;And love is love, in beggars and in kings.Where waters smoothest run, there deepest are the fords,The dial stirs, yet none perceives it move;The firmest faith is found in fewest words,The turtles cannot sing, and yet they love;True hearts have ears, and eyes, no tongues to speak;They hear, and see, and sign, and then they break